My name is Zhou Huan, male, 21 years old, I work as a copywriter for a small company, and I am busy all day long.

For me, maybe the dullness of life is a kind of luck, I have no intention of lingering in the colorful life, life before the age of 21 is a gesture of luck, there are no big setbacks, and there is no big luck.

After the age of 21, the 11-year-old uncle who had been missing suddenly broke into my memory, like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pot, raging wildly in my mind.

My uncle disappeared when I was 10 years old, and before that he would tell me about his experiences in his withered rattan chair every day.

I often wonder why my uncle, as a person in a cultural atmosphere, was a rare college student in that era, why would he still believe these strange things, and whenever I asked, my uncle would stick it in my ear and whisper, as if telling a long-standing secret: "Ah Huan, remember this thing, never rely too much on it." ”

This was the last and least sentence my uncle said to me.

I thought maybe what he said was trying to get me to stop trusting my brain's memory, so I recorded the stories he told me.

If anyone doesn't understand why he's got so many strange things, then I think I'll have to explain his work first.

Uncle is a very far-sighted person, business acumen is very sufficient, after graduating from college, did not rely on fruit trees like my father and uncle, but sold his own piece of land, bought a bus, and started his own bus driver, at that time, the town is only an hour's drive away from the county seat, Uncle gets up early every day, and it doesn't take long for him to have his own second, third bus, every day of life is on the car, naturally he likes to chat with passengers, after a long time, he has become a famous "storytelling week" in the town, At first, it was still a few village affairs, but slowly it became more and more bizarre, and some people began to disbelieve him.

Later, the uncle made money, ran a passenger station by himself, extended the route to the outside of the province, and did not do the driver again, the route was long, naturally it was inevitable to take the night train, and he could not be idle, so he was responsible for the safety of those who took the night train, moved a small bench to sit next to the driver, and chatted with the driver from time to time, so as not to fall asleep and have an accident.

He tells stories, and naturally he has to listen to the stories first, and the passengers who come and go change again and again, and when people leave, only those stories that are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood remain.

I'm starting to forget many of the stories he told, but the first one I remember was when I accidentally burned his hand while blowing out a candle on my eighth birthday, and he held the faucet to rinse the burned area, and whispered to himself, "This can't be lost, this can't be lost." ”

When I asked him what he couldn't lose, he didn't bother to answer my questions, but told the story on his own.

It happened on the day of the Lunar New Year, the tide of the Spring Festival has been gone for a long time, close to the Spring Festival, the time to go home has arrived, there are only a dozen or so scattered people left in the huge long-distance bus, each occupying a territory, even if the seat next to him is empty, he has to put a large bag and a small bag, indicating that this is his territory.

This car departed from C City, has been gone for a day and a night, a car of people did not talk much, even the talkative uncle said that it was not easy to speak, the atmosphere in the car was very cold, as if everyone was glued to their lips by the sudden cold, reluctant to open their mouths.

Uncle has never encountered this situation, but he has to find an excuse to talk about it, otherwise it will be really difficult along the way, but then he told me that if he didn't speak, maybe he would be able to live a good life in this life.

Winter nights always come early, just after eight o'clock on the clock, it is already dark outside the window, only a lonely driver on the long road has already turned on the lights, walked for a few minutes, the lights flashed, suddenly it was dark, the driver could not see anything clearly, panicked and stepped on the brakes, and the car sounded one after another scolding.

"What's going on?"

"It's going to scare us to death!"

"Driver, hurry the! Everyone was in a hurry. ”

"The headlights are broken," the driver looked up with a flashlight and said to my uncle vaguely:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave tonight, it's a big winter, and it's still a small year. There wasn't even a ghost on the road! ”

Uncle thought to himself, no one spoke anyway, it was better to sleep here, so as not to be bored all night.

After appeasing the passengers, he pulled off a military coat, found the bench in the last row and lay down, and before his buttocks were hot, a call came from home,

"I won't be back tomorrow! I won't be back until the day after tomorrow. What? Is my sister-in-law born? "The news of my birth made my uncle a little happy, and he was anxious to go home to see his little nephew." Want me back tomorrow? Labor and management are floating back!"

After hanging up the phone, he began to mumble about the hell that he had driven a car for so many years, and he had never encountered a situation where the headlights were broken at night.

"Actually, you want to go back now? There's another way! Uncle didn't notice that there was another person in the front row, and the sudden sound startled him, and the sleepiness subsided by more than half.

He turned the screen of his mobile phone to the brightest brightest, so that he could barely see the outline of the person in front of him, so let's call him M Jun here! Because that's how my uncle described him to me later, the gray-black tweed trench coat couldn't cover the bones that strangled his flesh at all, and he looked like a hairless monkey, no, he was a monkey, because his yellow-brown beard had covered half of his face.

Even so, he was still wearing a hood, and the uncle stared at him for a long time before he came back to his senses and remembered the question he was about to ask.

"You. It's so familiar! Uncle said such a sentence for no reason. The other party didn't care, he was bored, so he wanted to turn around and go back and continue to lie down.

"You don't want to know how to go back?" Mr. M seems to have been holding back for a long time, and he wants to talk to someone, but he forgot to say that my uncle used to be a faceless and skinless person, and he belonged to the kind of person who was happy when he saw people, so he turned his head again.

"What's the solution?"

"I said I could send you straight home! Do you believe it? M Jun said faintly, with an almost sinister smile on his face.

"It's almost half a day's schedule from my town, even if the car is repaired, it will take more than ten hours to run in the middle of the night, can you fly or what?"

Mr. M was not angered by the uncle's mocking tone, but became more and more energetic, "The maximum speed of the plane is only about 1,000 kilometers per hour, but compared to my method, it is still a lot slower!" ”

Uncle suddenly had the urge not to talk about it, and the person in front of him was either insane or had read too many of those strange novels.

"Actually, I can let you give it a try!" There was some temptation in Mr. M's words, but the uncle who should have been unmoved didn't know what the devil was, but he still wanted to listen to it again.

"Maybe it was so boring in the car at the time! Except for him, everyone is sleeping with their heads covered, and only by chatting with people can they calm their anxious mood a little. "That's what Uncle explained to me.

Although the uncle is also a high-achieving student, he still can't understand his words, and he was stunned for a while. Mr. M popped out another sentence.

"It's teleportation."

This sentence completely amused the attentive uncle, "I'm also a college student, and teleportation is only available in books, and in the real world, there is no such thing as the dispersion and reassembly of molecules as you said." ”

"Really? Doesn't it exist? M-kun's eyes widened because of his emaciation.

The uncle swallowed back the negative sentence that had just come to his mouth.

"Do you know about optical transmission?" Mr. M questioned him.

The uncle shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

"It's network information, how does optical fiber transmit network information?" He continued: "The propagation of network information is a typical example of molecular dispersion and recombination, electronic information is converted into optical signals in optical transmitters, transmitted through optical cables to reach the destination, and then transformed into electronic information, which is completely in line with the steps of dispersion, transmission and recombination. ”

Uncle was shocked by his concept, and couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while, so he had to say without a clue, "But network information is an inanimate thing, it is information, it is virtual, and people are different." ”

"Why do you say that?" M-jun asked him with interest.

"Because network information is all set, regular, and fixed." Uncle came with confidence, like a lawyer who found decisive evidence above the court.

Mr. M laughed, and the uncle said that he was sure that it was a contemptuous laugh, as if he had seen through everything, and he was disdainful of what the uncle said.

"Who sets the network information?"

Uncle "People" replied hurriedly, for fear of gaining the upper hand in this contest.

In this game, Mr. M has always been like a calm hunter, and at this moment, his prey has taken the bait, and the hunter has naturally revealed his true nature. He laughed wildly, his loose skin ripped open by his gums, as if it would crack at any moment.

"People also have habitual thinking, there are rules, everyone is afraid of death, if you don't eat, you will be hungry, if you don't drink water, you will be thirsty. If you don't sleep, you'll be sleepy. ”

The uncle wanted to say something, but was interrupted by him, "Don't tell me that physiological functions are needed, normal people can live for 3 to 4 weeks without eating, 15 days without drinking water, and four days and four nights without sleeping." ”

"Then why do you have to eat, drink, and sleep every day?" Mr. M asked Uncle back.

"Because.... Because "the uncle was a little unable to answer, and the oxygen seemed to turn into condensed frost in an instant, blocking all his vocal organs."

"Because of habit, right?" M Jun said for him.

"Yes!" Uncle suddenly realized, "Habit"

"Then I can't take habit as a rule. In other words, people and programs are the same! "Mr. M was in high spirits, and the uncle even felt that his thin face was a little fuller.

"But there are also people who are not afraid of death, people who don't eat, people who don't like to drink water, and people who are used to sleeping less!" Uncle found a breakthrough point and was aggressive.

The atmosphere in the car was as cold as ever, and even the sound of everyone's even breathing could be heard, and M Jun whispered mysteriously with a gloomy face, "Those people are bugs and loopholes in the network." Isn't it? ”

The uncle was speechless for a while, and was completely defeated by him.

"Do you know about the Philadelphia Experiment?"

Uncle shook his head dementedly, now he was like a student of M Jun, and his curiosity urged him to listen.

In 1943, the U.S. Navy conducted a secret experiment in Philadelphia, using an artificial magnetic field as a guide to teleport a destroyer to a 479-kilometer away Locke Terminal. ”

"Then why hasn't the technology of teleportation been announced for so long? It stands to reason that this should be a great advance in the history of human science. Uncle was a little puzzled.

"You haven't finished listening yet!" Mr. M smiled mysteriously, "The destroyer used in the Philadelphia experiment is the USS Eldridge, and it has been heard from since it was teleported to the Rockford docks. ”

"It stands to reason that the scientists who conducted this experiment should take it out and hype it up."

"Then guess why they kept their mouths shut about it, and even called it a rumor?" M-kun guided him step by step.

"Is it? Accident? After the uncle finished speaking, he looked at Mr. M silently.

M-kun started laughing again, but this time he was relieved, "You're finally smart once!" After a pause, he lowered his voice a few degrees, for fear that others would hear him.

It was because of the accident that there were many staff on the ship at that time, and they teleported with the "Eldridge", but when the "Eldridge" arrived at the Rockford docks, the experimenters found that many of the staff members had disappeared, and when they searched the ship, they found that they were all integrated with the "Eldridge", some only one hand was left on the deck, some were half of the body outside the ship's wall, and some were completely part of the hull. ”

"And how did you know about it?"

M Jun was silent for a few minutes, and slowly rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a bare shoulder.

"Because, I've also done experiments!"

Uncle stared at his right hand, no, it was the right shoulder.

"How so?"

M-kun shook his sleeve, and it naturally slid down, "I also tried molecular dispersion and recombination, and although the teleportation was successful, my right hand was missing during the teleportation. ”

"Missing?"

"Yes," M replied categorically, "There was no pain, it just disappeared out of thin air, and when I arrived at the place of teleportation, I realized that I had become a disability." ”

"Later, I learned that there is a price to be paid for the dispersion and reorganization of molecules."

The uncle, who still believed in the teleportation experiment, laughed, "What about you and I are a three-year-old child?" If you can teleport, why do you want to ride in my broken car? I think you're insane, but I still believe your nonsense. ”

Mr. M did not defend himself, and let the uncle fall asleep angrily.

Early the next morning, Uncle woke up at the bus station outside the town, thousands of kilometers away from last night, the morning news was playing on the TV at the bus station.

"Today, the N Municipal Public Security Bureau issued a wanted warrant, the crime is to steal important experimental equipment from the laboratory of N City yesterday, the suspect is currently at large, and I hope that witnesses will report it to the local public security bureaus."

The screen was printed on M-kun's messy and thin face.

Uncle suddenly remembered what he said yesterday.

"Later, I learned that there is a price to be paid for the dispersion and reorganization of molecules."